The southwest didn't have any rain for a record-setting 143 days... before Saturday, that is. Great timing.

We woke up in Needles to have rain coming down onto our un-protected load. (At least I didn't have to worry about my welder getting wet!)

We started driving into higher elevations and before long rain turned to snow. Relatively uneventful but very slow-going. We were driving slow, that is, until we weren't driving at all. About 60 miles before Flagstaff traffic stopped completely, and we sat there for three hours. I got out and took pictures.

When we finally got to Flagstaff we found a bar, played pool, and got drunk!